The Kingú (Plagu3mas7er)

[the Draç]

Bright like lit, the glow from the Moon.

Right on time, not a second too soon.

Rule from the bottom, we stack chips to spare.

The plague that ravishes, and leaves people in despair.

Clown like fair, a rollercoaster ride.

Abide by signs, sacrifice to drink wine.

Align with lines, our thoughts straight through.

A genie looking greedy, his color then blue.

Now caught the flu, we're reminded at court when Sued.

A God that knew, cold like touch, like cool.

The pool is filled, the blood that spewed.

Up close and personal, the Corona air-Bourne "flew".